RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tomorrow's Calendars - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Filled with emotion fighting to get out, wanting tobe freed and explored in discoveries of the mind.Letting loose an intense desire to be the center ofattention, yet never really wanting to be.Standing still, in the evening of a purple rain, falling upon my face, drops sliding down, finding no place to reside in right now.Placing copies of tomorrow's calendars where they'llnever be seen or found again.